ummmm I dunno

I have no idea what to put for a title. hehehee Whatever.

Anyhow...this week marks the beginning of my seasonal, un healthy infatuation with the hot cocoa again. My husband was so disturbed by it last year, that he wanted to seek out professional help for me. But...HA IN YOUR EYE!!!!! Because of my hordings, and booby trapping the hiding place I have an entire 1/2 can, that's half a giant can of hot cocoa powder to start this season off with. *insert evil laugh here*

There has been an amazing pinon season this year. Past few years it was horrible, not enough rain. But this year. Oh my, so many pinons, and they are so dang big. Pinons being a pine nut that is harvested off of the Pinon Pine tree. It's a big thing here. Alot of the older Navajo's go out pinon collecting, then they cook them up and sell them. We have always bought a bag or two of pinons each year. Being as that is all we can afford. Take a ziplock sandwich bag and maybe put a measured cup or cup and a half in it. And they sell those for about 5 bucks a piece. It's horrible, but it's a delicacy we like to indulge in each year. This year the crop is HUGE. Seems like everyone is selling pinons this year. Gigantor bought a 3lb bag of raw one's for 5 bucks. We are going to try to cook them ourselves. Never done it before, so wish me luck. hehehee
Also... that made me have this kookie idea. I thought Hmmmm we haven't been up to the mountain in a long time (Kaibab national forest) Why not go up on Saturday, and pick our own pinons. We could go spend the day on the mountain, have a picnic, and spend our time raking under tree's, then beating the hell out of the tree, then collecting all the nuts off the ground. hehehehe I may regret this, but I think it sounds like fun.

OOOOOooOoO another cool thing about the Kaibab. Have any of you heard about the rare Kaibab Squirrel??? It's beautiful. Only place on earth it's found, and we are only an hour from it. hehehehe It's a blackish grey with a solid white tail, and no it isn't a skunk. LOL Anyhow, I found this cute little sight that a guy photo documented a rare encounter with one. So.... Click here It's some of the best photo's of the squirrel I've seen. Plus I thought it was a cute little encounter.

Anyhow, the Kaibab being up on the rims of the Grand Canyon. That is where we are going. Hope to see squirrels, birds, and deer. NO BEARS!!!! or NO MOUNTAIN LIONS!!!!! And we hope to see and get about 50 gazillion nuts. hehehehehe

Happy Thursday everyone!!!!

p.s. Pinon is pronounced Pin (as in stick pin) and Yon (or yawn)

Stupid Animals

I know I haven't posted in a while. Been busy you know. Taking care of house, school, work, and Avon stuff. Then we went to the fall festival on Saturday. Also took kiddo and a friend to the movies. Went and seen Disney's Valiant. It was cute.


Anywhooo I was gonna talk about my stupid animals. I don't know what's gotten into them, but they all have a case of the stupids. Must be something in the weather. Lets take the parakeets for instance. They can't seem to stay on their perches the past few days. Everything they try to do, they just fricken fall off. Right to the bottom of the cage. Now, Flutter, he does that on a regular basis anyway. But, Sassy, tries to climb over to the swing, and BAM right to the bottom, so she climbs back up and goes and pecks the shit out of Flutter. Like it was his fault, and all he was doing is singing to himself in the mirror.

Now the gerbils. Remember we got three little girl gerbils. Or at least I am still hoping. No babies yet, so yayyyyyyyyyyy. Anyhow, these little shits have decided they are professional wrestlers. They stand up on their hind legs and face off, and start doing this little boxing thing. Well, they move their bedding around till there are little hills in their cage. As they box, they then grab each other, and start rolling off these hills. Ass over teakettle. It's actually quite amusing. But I've never seen gerbils so animated before.

Now my cat Bugsy. Or should I say Gigantor's cat. We have a Russian Blue. He's beautiful, but he's a shit head. He has a ton of extra toes (32 in all) But he's a biter. He will nip you all the dam time, and if he gets mad, then just WHAM big old bite. Well here lately, I don't know what it is. Gigantor will be sitting on the couch with his shoes off, and just socks on. Bugsy will come walking out of the kitchen, and walk up to his foot and WHAM!!!! then run off. He has bitten a few good holes in Gigantor's toes lately. And we don't know why. I swear you can see him laughing as he runs off.

Now to one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. We have three dogs. A 10 year old bassett named Buck (affectionately called "roadblock" "speedbump" and "old man") a 6 year old bassett named Dribbles (just called "shit for brains" or "shit head") And a 10 year old pointer/greyhound mix named Buster. That has the worst anxiety. Separation and otherwise. Well....We keep t.v. trays here. We use them when we have people over, or when we want to eat and watch t.v. The kiddo loves to have one out and eat his breakfast while watching cartoons on the weekend. So...the t.v. try was still set up by the love seat. If I'm sitting at the table in the kitchen I can look directly at the front of the love seat. Then to the right of it is the hallway, then the front door. Well...I was sitting at the table doing my Avon order. And all the dogs were whining, cuz they heard "daddy" drive up. So....Gigantor opens the door. And Buster, decides to play one of his "oh my god, I'm scared of you" run away anxiety things. Well, he spins around, and dodges up under that t.v. tray. Well...Buster is tall, so instead of ducking, he hits his head on the t.v. tray, scares himself, pisses on the floor as he jumps, and starts running jumping like a gazelle, with this dam t.v. tray attached to his back. Every run/jump he took the t.v. tray went up in the air and forward, and landed back on his back. Scared himself so bad, he almost had a heart attack. Ran all the way into the kitchen, where I grabbed the t.v. tray. Then Buster succeeded in jamming himself behind the toilet to hide. He finally came back out after all the laughter died down. But he now jumps every time he walks by that evil, killer t.v. tray.

Okay now that I explained that. I have one dog licking the gerbil cage, so I'm gonna go throw them all out.

Happy Tuesday everyone!!!!!
P.S. Enjoy the pic.


This is a herd of Blesbok. They are endangered. Says they are from South Africa and both male and females have the antlers. I'm suspecting this one is preggers female. hehehehe Pretty things though.

Donalds Hair and Updates

Well just wanted to pop in and give a shout out. *cough cough*
We got an update on mom, she is still in the hospital with fluid in her left lung and fluid around her heart. She is taking medication, and they are talking about doing a procedure, of sticking a small needle in and taking the fluid out that way. She might be able to go back to the nursing home on Saturday, but we aren't holding our breath.

My friends husband was released from the hospital.. They found out he has a rare form of epilepsy. That is brought on by stress and fatigue. They gave him some meds and that should take care of it.

All the schools are closed tomorrow for an in service teacher day. So the kids get a three day weekend. yayyyyyyyyy hehehehe

I really have nothing very interesting of my own to say. I'm rather boring today.

Thank everyone for the halloween suggestions in last post. I couldn't stop laughing at the Jehovas Witness one. Although I don't think my 9 year old boy will go for that. Maybe a monster eating a Jehovas Witness. LOL
I swear if he does the in/out the front door in 30 seconds slamming it again today, he's gonna just be a walking pile of goo, so no need for a costume then. What is with little boys saying they want to play outside, then go in and out in and out, slamming the door each time. About 5 gazillion times in 5 minutes???? ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Okay I'm gonna go make a garlicy, onionie, tomatoe ie, cheesey, chicken dish. hehehehehee I'm hungry

I posted another pic, he cracks me up. But is beautiful none the less.
Happy Thursday everyone!!!!!!!!


This is an Arabian Oryx. They are an endangered species. It says that the wild arabian oryx became extinct in 1972. They were bread and re introduced in 1982 and again in 1990. The drink no free water, they obtain it from plants they eat. The brochure says they rarely approach vehicles, cuz they are shy, but let me tell you these guys were always at our windows. I really like him cuz he has a really bad toupe going on. hehehe I think I will call him Donald (as in Trump) I'm not sure which one has better hair.

What the Hell Just Happened??

That's what I want to know. What the hell just happened??? hehehehe Yesterday wasn't to bad of a day. I mean I got up and wasn't over tired. Kiddo got up in a good mood. I dinked around on the computer then got this massive spurt of energy and got off and did a bunch of work around the house. While I was in the middle of doing some paperwork. A friend called me to tell me her husband was in the hospital. Her and her husband moved back to Iowa to take care of his mother who has breast cancer. Well....my friend started having alot of health issues, with her heart, and some other things. Her husband was the one that drove her and her mother in law around, and took care of them. He's never been sick, save for a cold. Well...he woke her up on Sunday night with this weird noise, and he was having massive seizures. She called 911. They ran some tests, said they couldn't find anything, and sent him home. An hour later he was having another seizure. This time he was flown out to the university hospital. The first initial cat scan showed a spot on his brain, but they said they wouldn't know for sure till he had an mri. He was waiting to be admitted into the neurological unit when I talked to her. Haven't gotten an update yet.

Then about 5 something this morning. Alekx calls me to tell me that they had to put mom back in the hospital. Her heart rate was way high, and she was having some chest pains. Last time I talked to Alekx (right before getting on) they were running tests and going to get her admitted.

Grrrrrrrrrrr what the hell is going on??? That light at the end of the tunnel, which was really a train, plowing us over an over again. Well...I thought the train had run out of gas, cuz things were going good. But nOooOooOo somebody gassed up that fucking train, and now it's back to running our asses over again.

Oh well...life can't end just cuz bad things happen in it. It's all about how you choose to live it. And I choose to live it with a beer in my hand and screaming WHAAAAAAAAA HOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! LOL

Okay I know it's over a month away, but I'm stressing about halloween. I usually make the kiddo's costumes. But we don't have a dam clue what to make him this year. He is even clue less. So...people give me suggestions for a 9 year old, who is almost 5 feet tall, and is 120lbs. He has been a soldier, ninja, snake, dinosaur, and when he was a baby he was tigger and when he was a new born he was a pea in a pod. hehehehe So give me some suggestions. We wanted to have him and a friend go as jeckle and hyde, but they both want to be the monster. We suggested a werewolf and his victim, but they both wanted to be a werewolf. My favorite is I suggested a booger and a finger, but they didn't like that idea. But...we don't even know if we can get a partner for him, so I need ideas for just him. You all are twisted and demented, give me some ideas!!!!!

Happy Tuesday everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11 O'clock news

It's 11 Sunday morning, and just thought I would pop in and say howdy. hehehehe

Friday Gigantor took off work, and we took kiddo out of school to take him to Flagstaff to the dentist. Finally gonna get that broken tooth fixed. Flagstaff is about 2 1/2 hours away from us. Thank goodness we didn't hit any real bad rain storms this time. Well...for almost the entire time I was massively "side seat" driving to Gigantor. So...we stop at this gas station to go potty. And he just sits there with the bell dinging, and his door open, looking like a dumb ass. So...I scream "LIGHTS!!!" as he turns off the lights he says, massively snotty "CAMMMERAA" (in that little kid snotty kind of voice) he was just trying to piss me off. When from out of the back seat, kiddo leaps forward with his head between ours and screams "ACTION!!!" We just couldn't stop cracking up. Here we are being snotty, smart asses to each other, irritating each other, and kiddo has no clue, and is trying to be "in" on the fun. hehehehe

We get to the dentist at 11:15, kiddo's appointment is at 11:30. We were told that reconstructing his tooth could take 2 to 4 hours. So...we wait and wait and they don't even call kiddo back till 12:20. I'm thinking "great, we are gonna get home so late" Well...we start reading the books we brought, to settle in for the long haul. About 15 minutes later kiddo walks out and says "mommy Dr. Turnbull wants to talk to you" (that's what they do is send the kids after you when their done) I'm like "what's wrong?? did you get sick??" Kiddo says "No, I'm done" WHAT??? So...we go back, and Dr. Turnbull tells us how kiddo was so amazing, didn't want numbed or anything, and asked if they could go back in one corner away from the "screaming" little kids and get it done really fast. So...that is exactly what they did. One brand new front tooth for kiddo, hardly any time spent, and best part is he can go eat.

We went and grabbed sonic then went to Bookmans Used Book store. I got like 8 or 9 books, Gigantor got like 8 Clive Cussler books, and we got kiddo 4 of the coolest dang books. We then went over to cold stone creamery. I know I know not on my diet, but the closest one is Flag, and we only go to flag about twice a year, so I don't think it will kill me. We sat and ate our ice cream and headed home. Got in about 6 that evening.

Yesterday we took kiddo and his friend bigJ to see March of the Penguins. It was nice. Cute and sad, a documentary, but they did it up real good. We then took bigJ with us to play for a while.

Today Gigantor and BigJ's dad went out coyote hunting. So Goober called and asked if me and kiddo wanted to go to breakfast with her and bigJ and princessM. That was fun, just us and the kids. Went to one of Gigantors favorite places so I got to rub it in when he got home. hehehehe

Now kiddo is up playing at bigJ's and Gigantor ran to walmart for me. I didn't want to go. hehehehe

OoOOOO last night Gigantor cut up an onion then without washing his hands or knife, cut up the honeydew melon. I love onions, and I love honeydew, but onion flavored honeydew is not the best thing in the world. hehehehe

Since I got up early and went to breakfast, and nobody is here. I'm thinking about going and taking a nap. I'll probably sit up and read everyone's blogs instead.

Okay I know I bored you all to sleep, but wake up and comment anyway. hehehehe

FONDLED!!!!

I just got back from the chiropractor, where he fondled, groped, pushed, prodded, and played with my ass. *sigh* You all would be as content as me if you seen my chiropractor, he is scrumdilliumpscious!!! Ask Alekx, she went to school with him. You know back in the time when they had to ride their dinosaurs to school. hehehee Anyhow...Dr. Hunky totally worked on my ass and hip today. It got to the point that I was going Ouch ouch ouch, and he was grunting. (I know sounds like bad sex session) and he goes, well if your hip would just let loose it wouldn't hurt anymore. Couple more ouch's and I felt this big POP. Same time I scream YES he goes, there it's out now!! Now tell me if you were just walking by, what you would think was going on in there?? hehehehe

So anyhow I got my morning thrill by being fondled by the Hunky doctor. OOoOoOoO and Pitch Black, you little shit. The rest of my body is catching on thank you very much. I now have a cold, and it's trying to do me in too.

We made something very yummie and low fat last night. And, Miranda told me I should write the recipe down. I agree. But thought better of it today. I don't think it's in good form to put a yummie recipe down with a picture of a live critter. hehehehehe Seems sorta morbid.

Okay well the dog farted behind me, and now I'm gagging, so I'm gonna go kick him, and take more cold pills.

Happy Hump Day everyone!!!!!

Enjoy the pic.


This little guy is a Blackbuck, mostly found in India and Pakistan. They are one of my favorites due to the coloring. I love it around the eyes. Just beautiful I think

My Ass Hates Me and I Think It's Trying To Kill Me!!!!

Yes I'm still having woes with my ass!!! What the hell is wrong with my ass, to make it want to kill me??? I mean my tailbone is still bothering me. I've lost some weight, and it hurts constantly now. I'm sitting on pillows all the time. And a couple weeks ago. I think I have pinched or hurt my siatic (spelling) nerve or something. Cuz I have pain in the back of my right knee, going up the back of my right thigh, cutting a path up my right ass cheek, and settling in my hip. Well...a few days ago, my lower back started hurting so bad, it just makes my entire ass hurt. THE WHOLE BIG ASS THING!!!! (OoOoo I made a pun) Anywhoo....I can sit, okay, standing and walking are worse, but sleeping. There is no fucking sleeping. On my sides kill my lower back and hip, flat on my back, my ass just throbs. I've taken to sleeping in a complete sitting up position, and my ass still hurts, not only that, but it gives me a crick in the neck. I swear someone took a contract out on me, and my ass is trying to collect the bounty. Now if I end up getting ass acne, that is the final straw and I will DEMAND an entire ass transplant.

In other news, despite my ass, we had a pretty good weekend. Did some shopping, did some housework, went bowling and watched a couple movies. We rented Hostage and the Ring 2. Hostage was pretty darn good. Better than I expected. Ring 2, what can I say?? It was a sequel. It picked up where the other left off. But it was not near as good as the first one. Although Gigantor and I are convinced that the girl in the Ring movies could be the same girl in The Grudge. (the evil one, not the blonde)

We still have NO gerbil babies yet. Although that one is still running around humping the sides, backs and faces of the other two. I think (or am hoping) we just have one pervie gerbil.

I'm outa things to talk about. I could ramble about nothing like usual, but I think I'm gonna go do something else. hehehehe

Happy Monday everyone!!!!

p.s. blogger is not letting me comment, so if I haven't commented on your blog in a while, it's cuz blogger sucks major donkey dick!!!!!

Yawwwnnnn

Gosh I don't have much of anything today. My weekend was boring and lazy as hell. We had made plans to go do quite a few things, and didn't do a dam one of them. One of my friends came into town with her new baby and we visited for about 5 hours or more on Saturday morning. But after that--NOTHING. We lazed around and watched movies all weekend. I feel like such a dolt. We were gonna go to the lake, or the mountain or bowling, or all of them. But NoOoOooO we got lead in our asses and just stayed here. Oh well, can't turn back time. Yesterday I was gonna post, and I got not feeling well. It felt like an elephant sat on me or something. I slept almost the entire day. Then I couldn't sleep last night, so serves my dumb butt right. Today I have tried to be on top of all the stuff I need to do. And dammit all, but I've had a craving for french fries for 4 days. WTF is with that??? Okay, I'm tired of being cranky, I'm gonna go kick the dog, flush the fish, feed the gerbils to the cat, and set the birds free, see if that makes me feel better. (kidding people, don't message me. sheesh)
Okay on that note, I'm gonna go. Wanted to leave you all with another picture, of an awesome Fallow Deer.

Happy Hump Day!!!





I just thought this was one of the coolest Fallow Deer there. They have a HUGE herd of fallow deer. The write up says fallow deer can be spotted, white, or chestnut color. This guy is just so beautiful. Their antlers are fuzzy. Not "in velvet" like alot of local species, but theirs stay fuzzy all year long, and have big scoops like moose. Although this deer is just slightly bigger than a white tail. Anyhow, I'm sure those of you that hunt, or has family that hunts knows what I'm talking about.

Plucky Comic Relief

I just thought everyone could use a good laugh. Revives the soul. I know this is kind of long, but oh so worth the read. I got it in an e-mail a few years back, and have saved it. Hope you all giggle till you gotta pee, like I did. hehehehe

NEIGHBORHOOD HAZARD

I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so increibly dangerous!

Studies have shown that motorcycling requires more decisions per second, and more sheer data processing than nearly any other common activity or sport. The reactions and accurate decision making abilities needed have been likened to the reactions of fighter pilots! The consequences of bad decisions or poor situational awareness are pretty much the same for both groups too.

Occasionally, as a rider I have caught myself starting to make bad or late decisions while riding. In flight training, my instructors called this being “behind the power curve”. It is a mark of experience that when this begins to happen, the rider recognizes the situation, and more importantly, does something about it. A short break, a meal, or even a gas stop can set things right again as it gives the brain a chance to catch up.

Good, accurate, and timely decisions are essential when riding a motorcycle…at least if you want to remain among the living. In short, the brain needs to keep up with the machine

I had been banging around the roads of east Texas and as I headed back into Dallas, found myself in very heavy, high-speed traffic on the freeways. Normally, this is not a problem, I commute in these conditions daily, but suddenly I was nearly run down by a cage that decided it needed my lane more than I did. This is not normally a big deal either, as it happens around here often, but usually I can accurately predict which drivers are not paying attention and avoid them before we are even close. This one I missed seeing until it was nearly too late, and as I took evasive action I nearly broadsided another car that I was not even aware was there!

Two bad decisions and insufficient situational awareness…all within seconds. I was behind the power curve. Time to get off the freeway.
I hit the next exit, and as I was in an area I knew pretty well, headed through a few big residential neighborhoods as a new route home. As I turned onto the nearly empty streets I opened the visor on my full-face helmet to help get some air. I figured some slow riding through the quiet surface streets would give me time to relax, think, and regain that “edge” so frequently required when riding

Little did I suspect…

As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close.

I hate to run over animals…and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.

Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.
Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!

Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.

I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.

That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.

But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.

This was an evil attack squirrel of death!

Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!

The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him

I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.

The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in…well…I just plain screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn T-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street…on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.

With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle…my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.

About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however

The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop

Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn T-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.

Finally I got the upper hand…I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked…sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak

Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.

Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine...

I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.

I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.
So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger…

That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car…

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood.


As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80 mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time. And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves.

Have a great weekend everyone!!!! Hope you got a giggle.

Is your Name Billy???

Just thought I would share some more pictures of the wildlife park. I have a few more to share. I will try to post a couple a day. But we know how well I can do. hehehehe shush you.
Anyhow..the past couple days have been a trial with the kiddo. He is going through some new fase of yelling at us and throwing fits. He's 9 for god sake. sheesh. Enough of that.

I have a friend who had her 2nd child on August 1st, coming intown over the weekend. It will be really nice to see her. I haven't seen her since May. You all should ask Alekx. This friend and I together, we were something else. We could get into the most mischief. We were quite the pair. I had lost contact with her for a few years, but we found each other again this past year. And it's been wonderful. We are so greatful to learn that neither of us have lost our sense of humor. I mean her message on her answering machine goes something like. ARRRRGGGGHHHH The pirates aren't in right now, leave a message. (in this growly voice) It cracks me up.

Anyhow, I will post more tomorrow. Happy hump day everyone.
big assed, fuzzy tailed bear HUGGGGSSS to you all!!!!!


Lookie here, it's the three billy goats gruff. They are acctually called Auoudad's Say that three time's fast. hehehee

He was so gentle just eating out of my hand. See...you finally get a picture of me. hehehehe 

Is that Matrix code or Zebra's I see??

Hi all, thanks for all the nice words about my ass. hehehehe And as for all the comments about possible baby gerbils. You all are wicked and evil (god I love that in a person) hehehehehe
Here are a couple zebra pictures I promised. The first one was of him waiting to see if I had food or not. There were a few about 3 year old stallions roaming around, then there was the herd with the babies and mares. The few young stallions were rather aggressive. They came right up sticking their heads in and demanding food. The second photo is of one right before he bit me. I guess I wasn't giving him food fast enough. They warn you that the zebra's are really aggressive and will bite you. Gigantor and I have owned horses for lots of years before. So..I wasn't scared of the biting, I knew how to handle it. We got to pet so many of them. It was great.

On a side note, keep Gigantor in your thoughts, and lifted up. The fire dept job he is trying for, the decision is almost in. They said they are giving it one more week for outside applications. If any paramedics apply they will have to let them test. If none do then Gigantor gets the job. Keep everything crossed for us please. If more outside applicants apply, lets hope and pray that the post office is way slow, or their stuff gets eaten in cyber space. hehehehehehe

Hope you all enjoy your Tuesday and the zebra's!!!! (didn't post them yesterday, cuz my local server had constipation)




This is right before he came over to get some food.

This is a picture of the zebra right before he bit me. hehehehe  

My Ass Hurts

Oh my goodness, my ass still hurts. Stupid tailbone. Well....I've been a busy little (NOT) thing this weekend so far. Friday I did a bunch around the house. I picked up one of kiddo's friends after school and they played till about 6. His dad came to pick him up and we ended up visiting till like 8:30. I hadn't even made dinner yet. So...yup we ran and got a burger. It's just to dam late to try and cook at 9 at night. I remember when I was a kid and had horses, by the time we got done at the corrals, mom never made dinner till 9 or later, but I digress. I don't feel good, if I haven't eaten by 7 or 7:30 at the latest.

So...I have a hard time falling asleep again, cuz my tailbone is killing me. I finally get to sleep to get woken straight up in bed at 3 in the morning to the sound of the dog puking. Gigantor gets up and lets him out, and we go back to sleep. When Gigantor got up, he went outside and cleaned up the yard, filled in holes (diggin dogs) straightened things. All he has left to do out there, is sweep the porch and the driveway. I got up and with Gigantors help we washed all my windchimes. I collect windchimes, and have 62 windchimes hanging in my living room and bathroom. I collect them. Everyone says I have them put up so well, that they add to the house and not look tacky. Anyhow....they were dusty so we took them down and I sat on a stool in the shower, and washed them all off. We then got some lunch, and watched all our recorded shows from last night. We went to the store, got a few things (I needed some banana's-leg cramps) Gigantor needed some prunes (he got an infection in his intestines a year or so ago, and it was acting up again, so made him get prunes in hopes of cleaning him out) Came home and had kiddo read, and work on his book report. Then we dust mopped the ceilings through the entire house and the walls.

Now it's 7 and we are just now making dinner. Maybe we will go watch the two Laura Croft movies. They don't take much thought. hehehehe

OMG on a side note. I had mentioned how I got kiddo three gerbils. Three "female" gerbils. Well one of them is pinning the other two, and sorta humping their sides. I swear to god if I end up with a ton of baby gerbils I am gonna find someone with a snake. hehehee No...I'm gonna go throw them back at the pet shop. Every last stinking one. I had gerbils when I was a kid. My mom got me two males (pet shop promised they were males) We ended up with 32 gerbils and 6 cages in the living room, before we got them sorted out enough that they stopped having babies. I WILL NOT go through that again. Poor kiddo. I hope I don't have to break his heart and get rid of them. I hope the one is just feeling a little hormonal, and is just being randy. Everyone chant with me NO BABIES NO BABIES NO BABIES!!!! hehehehe

Okay I'm gonna go make my hamburger helper with ground turkey.

I'll try and post zebra pictures tomorrow or monday. Happy weekend everyone!!!

P.S. spellcheck doesn't recognize tailbone, suggested word--Taliban

Fun with Giraffe's

here are three of my favorite Giraffe pictures from that fossil rim wildlife park we went to in Texas. The second time we went the giraffes were willing to come eat from you. The baby one was really a little wary, but he did take a couple bites from me. The adult one we went too, was very forward. He was diving right in to eat. They are oh so very very gentle. And I was backing my hand up into the car, onto my lap, and the adult one was putting his head right in the window and eating. AMAZING I tell ya. Kiddo loved it. We were almost all brought to tears it was so amazing. I will post a couple of my favorite zebra pictures later on. If you want more fun with animals, go read my post "shared stories" that I did yesterday. Hope you all enjoy these pictures.


This is the adult one that I kept moving my hand in and getting him to stick his head in our car. Amazing huh???

This is the baby giraffee that was very warrily eating from us. I love how his little horns are crooked. hehehehe 

this is the wildlife park we went too. Got this giraffe eating right out of my hand. Isn't he beautiful??? 

Shared Stories

Thanks all for your encouraging words. I got about a 2 hour nap yesterday, and about 6 hours of sleep last night, and I feel like a new woman. hehehehe Any whoooooo I was visiting with D (gigantor's best friend) and he is a friend of mine also. We were talking about their hiking days, and he shared a so very funny story with me. That I want to share with you all. It's a little long, but well worth it. First some info. My hubby and D and a group of people called themselves the "dune members" they have been hiking in our surrounding desert on mesa's and across dunes since they were in junior high. They would go for 3 to 7 day hikes. They would carry their gear on their backs and they always had guns and knives. Being as there is coyote's and bobcats, and mountain lions around. So...anyhow, a group of teenage boys with knives, guns, and in camo. It's amazing they are still alive. hehehe But what good times they had. So...here is this great tale about one of said hiking trips.

MAD WOODCHUCK (pssttt I'm gonna tell it like D did)

One day we were camped far out in the desert. After dismantling our carried gear and establishing territorial rights, we decided to play hide and seek. Now our version is slightly different than the norm. Every one hides, and one person counts. Those that hide have two ways to win, 1. make their way back to a safe point without getting tagged, or 2. reamain hidden beyond the time limit without being found. If someone gets tagged he has to switch sides and help look for those hiding.

I decided to slide, unseen, into a place no one would find me. I found a place where a huge slab of sandstone had fallen against a mesa and left a little opening. The squeeze in was so tight, that even letting out all my breath I still left skin on the sandstone. (D is massively thin) I slid in sure that nobody could tag me even if I was found. It then dropped downward, I skooched along in a laying position. I made it through a series of twists and turns to the end of this "cave"

Dark, completely alone, nobody could find me, I had this game in the bag I thought.

In the dark silence I heard something besides me breathing. I was alone, and nobody could help me if they tried. My first thought was it was a huge rattle snake, but I soon realized it was a mammals breathing. It was so dark, and the size (small) of the chamber left but a few possibilities, a fox, coontailed cat, bobcat, woodchuck, porcupine, or badger. Anything else I thought of would be to large or small for this space. It's breathing was getting closer. I struggled to get my light, in a space no larger than a clothes hamper. Turning my head sideways I turned on my light. Much to my relief a huge woodchuck looked back at me. They aren't overly aggressive and a lot more cuddly than a porcupine. This woodchuck however, showed it's huge rat like fangs and charged me!! It made hellish noises that were amplified by the previous silence. It wove in and out of my light and line of sight. Soon I realized this was no bluff, it intended on winning this battle. Peace was not an option. I lay on my back, looking at my advesary, he no doubt had the advantage for I couldn't move let alone run.

It flew into my blind side, I could no longer see it, but hear it close in. Now I was inches from teeth used to sever small tree limbs.

My left hand thrust up to throw sand in it's eyes. In the process I hit the roof of the chamber and dislocated fingers. It worked a bit to well, the woodchuck, blinded continues it's charge. I batted it into the rocks, to shoo it away, now with three fingers bent backwards I was willing to give up. The woodchuck, however, now wanted blood. Even with the light, all I could see was dust, that now I was chocking on, and I started to crawl backwards. Trying to flee my advesary did little good, it was faster, and now it was aware of my sand and eye poking move. It countered with quick attacks jumping out of the dark and dust looking for flesh to sink it's teeth into. If it wasn't furious before, the small creature was now completely out of control. I drew my knife with one hand and held the light with the other. I did not wish to kill it, so I did short jabs to the snout. Which did little to improve it's temperament.

With both hands occupied in battle, I had to used my legs and chest to shimmy out of the tiny cave. Dust turned to mud in my mouth, nose and eyes. I was coughing and choking, and unable to breath. I continued my frantic defense agains the rabid, steroid infected, desert gerbil. As I made my turn between the stone and mesa I pulled something. People aren't designed to move that way, and not crawling backwards while fighting an enraged woodchuck. Cave debris and falling rocks had drawn blood from both me and the woodchuck. As I coughed, choked, with mud in my red eyes, three dislocated fingers, several cramps, bangs, bruises and bump on the head, I concluded that the rodent was definitely winning the first round. Those teeth couldn't get any closer without ripping open flesh, the "nearly blind rodent vs. man" title continued.

The closer we got to the top, the more of a frenzy and bloodlust took over. I had to hunch over to defend myself. The woodchuck countered with leaping full body attacks, that I had to defend from every second or two. The creature chuckled, squealed, screamed, between a symphony of hellish noises. Was this creature possessed by evil spirits of the underworld??? Even I no longer made human noises, for the battle was intense. I was trying to squeeze out of the opening backwards.

Unknown to me and the woodchuck our battle and drawn attention. All dune members had left their hide and seek game, to stare at this tiny opening in the rocks. Grunts, snorts, screams, chuckles, gaggles, screeches, and demonic echoes bellowed from a hole that was coughing out a dense cloud of dust. 10 minutes they wondered what was going on. Nothing like this has ever happened in the desert before. Nobody realized I was missing from the crowd, and a human in that size hole wasn't even considered, for it seemed impossible. The crowd knew that whatever evil hordes were within the earth intended to come out of that hole any second. 20 people waited with knives drawn and guns aimed, awaiting battle with the underworld demon.

When out of the dust a shape appeared. It was D!!! quickley yelling "DON'T SHOOT" as I raced by, leaping, running on all fours, crawling on my knees, with a few rolls thrown in for good measure, a flashlight in one hand and knife in the other. I pointed behind me choking/yelling. "IT'S AFTER ME" I continued running as the others stood dumbfounded.

The noise then burst out of the hole. Instead of hideous, bat winged demons with cast-iron pitch forks, as they expected, out popped a small rodent. Confused they dropped their guard and their weapons. The woodchuck snarled like never heard before, and charged. The faint hearted ran for their lives. Luckily it was a bluff charge this time. Weather it was fearfully outnumbered or tired of casting fear upon surface dwellers, it returned into the depths of the mesa never to be seen again.

If I was alone I'm sure it would have been my last day among the living. Thank goodness for friends!!! Anytime your in the desert and see a hole or crag in the rock, know that there is a wookchuck planning his revenge. Look out for woodchuck ambushes, there is no safe area from the Evil Woodchucks!!!!!

Breakdown

It's not even 10 in the morning on Tuesday and here is my breakdown of the day.

Got up with virtually no sleep again, and have a headache.
Got kiddo to school, and almost got run over by a big ass yellow buss (he ran the stop sign)
Come home to find a jumping spider on the door and the fucker jumped on me (I hate bugs)
Let the dogs in to have Dribbles piss on the floor the minute she comes in--I beat her ass and threw her outside.
Knocked about 20 cans out of the cupboard trying to reach the box of poptarts--I refuse to pick them up, they are still on the floor.
Buck is laying behind me and has the worst gas--it's turning my stomach
Bills need to be paid, cuz I'm late with the house payment--not gonna do it, don't feel like it
Dishes are stacked in my sink screaming to be washed--I don't feel like that either.
Tried to take one nap, and phone wouldn't stop ringing.
Have read and commented on every single blog so far this morning.
wrote this stupid, boring ass post.
I'm gonna go try and take another nap, and ignore the phone.
I really need sleep, this insomnia thing is starting to kick my ass. 3 weeks of only an hour or so of sleep a night is about all my poor body can take. I'm off to try and catch at least an hour of sleep. Happy Tuesday everyone!!!!

Angry

I didn't really post today, cuz I'm just down right in an angry mood. I'm just ticked about everything. I've been snapping everyone's heads off. I think part of it could be from no sleep. I haven't been sleeping but maybe an hour a night. So...weather it be lack of sleep, hormones, weather, they cycle of the moon. I don't know. But that is why I didn't make much of a post, cuz I would probably end up ranting and raving.

Here's to strong coffee and better moods tomorrow.